This is a lot like Deacons story. It was a late night and i was in the mood to race somebody since i havent got the chance to in this car yet, so i had this hot ws6 t/a with deep dish wheels, i gave him plenty of opportunities to race, but didnt do shit, so i was a lil mad he ended up get off the ramp, and i went along driving then i see this late 70's camaro z28, black with orange z28 decals, so im moving my way up to him, but im starting to get some traffic in the way to do anything, then like 30 feet in front of me this car slams on their brakes, im im the left lane with cars on my right and a median on my left, i have absolutly no where to go, then i see in my mirror the camaro left me an opening to get over, so i imediatly took it, i had inches between the stopped car and the camaro, my heart was racing, and i was shaking

what had happen was there was a car for no reason crossed the road and was hanging out halfway in the left lane, the bitch rushed across the street and stopping halfway in the lane with a lot of traffic, i am so lucky to make it out of that, and i really wanted to thank that camaro driver for doing what he did, because if not i and some other drivers could of been either really fucked up, or dead, no matter what i had zero time to brake.

BTW sorry if this is long